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whumpfessional · 2 years ago

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Onboarding

This is for all of you lovely folks who have encouraged me to continue to write. I finally got this sticky piece out of the way and now I can continue with the next part of this story.

Continued from here (which is technically the first part of the story I posted). The start of Circe's story can be found in my masterpost.

CW: slavery mention/reference, minor whump reference, branding reference, IV mention, minor surgery reference (to remove a tracker), med bay stuff

It was quiet when she awoke. Florescent lights above crackled slightly as she lifted herself into a seat position, noting the IV drip connected to her arm. There was a slight beeping from the monitor beside her. The girl swung her legs over to the side of the bed and moved to stand up.

“I’d take it easy if I was you,” a voice came from behind her and she turned to see who she assumed was Doc. They were a tall human with cool dark skin and a shaved head. They approached, staring down at their Omnitool.

“You’ve been through a lot but we were able to stabilize you without issue. I hope you don’t mind, but the captain recommended that we remove this.” They dropped a small thin device, no longer than a cm into her hand. “This is the tracker that is placed in most Batarian slaves who go off planet. It was in your neck.”

The girl reached up cautiously, feeling the bandage placed over the back of her neck, near her spine. She nodded, holding her hand there.

“I’m going to let the captain know you are awake. Just stay here.” They turned and walked out, the doors closing shut behind them.

She paused for a second before slowly getting to her feet, using the IV stand to support her. It was a medical bay, obviously enough. But there weren’t any logos or icons that could give her an idea of who’s ship she was on.

She was going to open one of the cupboards when the door slid open and she twisted around, her heart rate leaping.

“Ahh, there you are! Look at you, on your feet already!” Hef entered into the room, with Doc following behind them. “Come on, have a seat. We need to talk about a couple things.” Hef sat herself down on the end of the bed while Doc went to the other end of the room and seemed to be searching for something.

The girl was entranced. Hef was so loud, there was so much life. She took up space as she moved through the room, bumping a table aside with her hip as she scooched in. And she was human. So human.

“Now,” Hef started when the girl came to stand near her, a calculated arm's distance away, “we don’t have to figure out your options right away. You can take some time before you figure out what you want to do. The most important thing is that you are free. You don’t belong to anyone. You don’t have to do what anyone says. Do you understand?”

The girl stood silently, staring blankly at Hef.

Hef gave a huff before reaching down and pulling a black half glove off of her left hand. There, the girl could see a familiar mass of scar tissue and a tattoo that was identical to her own, a gear with an eye in the middle. The girl’s eyes went wide and she turned back to look at Hef.

The realization hit her like an air shuttle. Her mouth fell open as she stared at it, her brain working through its calculations.

“-but... h-how?” The girl managed to stutter, still staring at the hand. Hef pulled the glove back on. Even covered, the girl felt as if she could feel the eye staring back at her.

“Luck, mostly.” Hef said, with a shrug, “Same as you. Cerberus ship attacked the Batarian vessel I was on, though they didn’t just happen upon us, like we did with you. After setting us free, the crew gave us the option to stay and join up. I wasn’t going to say no.”

Circe began nodding again, more as a way of indicating to Hef that she was listening, rather than to say that she understood the words being said.

“I know what I’m talking about. This isn’t any bullshit. You are free now. And you will be safe here for as long as you need. Do you understand?” Hef continued.

The girl nodded again, a pressure growing in her chest. “Yes.” She whispered faintly. The ground swam slightly beneath her as her breath lightened.

This was real. This was real. She was here right now. The pain in her body meant she was here right now. Excitement and anxiety mixed together in her stomach, an acidic heat she couldn’t pull one separate from another.

A smile broke across Hef’s face. “Good. You seem to be able to speak now so that helps things. Do you have a name?”

The girl shook her head then remembered herself. “No, not really”, she said in a quiet voice, “I’m just Girl”. The harsh Batarian tones seemed out of place in the quiet med bay.

Hef grimaced at the sound, snarl curling instinctively. “Well, we can fix that too. Come on, let’s get you settled” She stood up. On cue, Doc scuffed over and removed the IV, placing a blue bandaid over the injection site. They gave her a slight smile as well.

Hef and the girl continued down the corridor.

The girl found herself burdened with a blanket, pillow, and several personal items pilfered from a communal storage space,

“Anyways,” Hef continued to explain the layout of this ship as she had through the tour. Shell shocked, not much of the information given had stuck in her brain. “This is the mess. There’s coffee and tea always going and you can help yourself to snacks. We have a rotation for cooking and cleaning up after it, do you know how to cook?”

Hef’s head turned around, locking eye contact with the girl. She quickly ducked her head down and gave a noncommittal shrug. Cooking was far from one of her jobs but it couldn’t be that hard.

Not if it meant they would let her stay.

The door hissed open as they approached and they entered the room. Clamorous voices shocked the girl and her eyes flicked to the top of her lowered gaze, catching four figures around the table, animatedly shouting.

“-can’t fucking believe I missed all the action-“

“If Doc wasn’t so good, you would be dead. So maybe chill out a bit.”

“It wasn’t that ba- d.”

Conversation spluttered as four sets of eyes fell on her. The girl stared down at her feet, willing the metal to swallow her whole.

“Kid, this is some of my crew.” Hef gestured to the table and the girl forced her eyes up to follow the movement.

“Montoya.” A bronze skinned human stared back, thick black hair tied back behind their neck. No visible weapons that the girl could clock.

“Manny.” Gun. Dark brown skin, dreads pulled up in a large bun. There was a wide clear bandage wrapped around an injury his upper arm.

“Emily.” Gun. Definitely something in her boot. Maybe something on the other hip. Blonde, tanned human woman with a nasty looking black eye starting to form.

“Pilar.” The girl’s jaw slackened slightly at the sight of her pearlescent white hair, likely augmented somehow. The young Asian woman was the only one of the four to smile back immediately, giving a little wave.

“Crew, this is-“ Hef stumbled for a moment, looking back down to the lank haired huddled form next to her. “Uh, this is the kid. Introduce yourselves. Behave.”

An order. The girl straightened up, heart racing to clog her throat. Had she been doing something wrong already? She had probably been staring, just taking in the humans sitting around the table.

The one called Montoya stared at her curiously, peering over top of a pair of tinted glasses. Pilar broke the silence, catching the girl’s eyes looking over her hair.

“Hey kid, nice to meet you! I’m Pilar. I work with Doc.” She gave a genuine grin, so kind it hit like a punch. Pilar raised her eyebrows slightly to Emily, who got the message.

“Hey, yeah. I’m Emily.” The blonde gave a smile too, thought it didn’t take up her whole face. “Hef said that you were bunking with me and Pilar.” It was hard for the girl to not let her eyes flicker down to the holster at her side.

The girl found herself nodding slightly, though she held tighter and tighter to the pillow and blankets in her arms. This was the most well armed group of humans she had seen in her life. And they were all clearly fighters.

Emily jammed an elbow into the man sitting beside her. “Ow,” he moaned, rubbing his arm. “Anyways,” Manny gave a small wave, “same deal. I’m Manny. I’m a security officer, like Emily. And you are lucky you don’t have to share with me, Montoya and those other fucks. Pee-ew, it gets bad.” He let out a loud bark of a laugh. The only reaction from the others was eyerolling.

Emily interrupted — “At least your room has six bunks for the four of you!”

“Yours has four for three people, that’s like basically the same ratio!” Manny shot back, waving his arm across the table.

The dark haired person cleared their throat slightly. “And moving on from that, as you may have guessed, I’m Montoya.” They cracked a slightly smile. The emotion coming off of them wasn’t as forceful as the others and the girl found herself relaxing slightly. “I’m our weapons specialist. I also deal with a lot of our tech upgrades, hacking, et cétéra.”

Emily and Manny were still talking over each other, slowly getting louder. Pilar kept trying to make eye contact with her. The girl swayed slightly, fatigue and symptoms of exhausted adrenaline stores began to weigh heavily in the face of all this new input.

Hef flashed her a glance before clearing her throat. “All right that’s it for now. I’m gonna get the kid settled. Y’all better not think you can slack off today just because you killed some Batarian scum.” She waved off a grumble of complaints as she guided the kid out of the room.

The girl’s ears pricked for whispers as Hef led her out of the mess, not bothering to wave shut the door behind them.

“So that’s her, eh?”

“Huh.”

“Fuck. Wish I’d got more of them.”

“You almost DIED-“

It wasn’t a large ship and they only took one turn left before Hef waved open a door, gesturing inside.

The room was a narrow berth with four narrow bunks built out from the walls. Storage was beneath the cots. It looked like the two spare beds had been used as extra storage but the pile of clothes and stack of books had been all transférés to the left side one, leaving the bed closest to the door empty.

A warm hand landed heavily on the girl’s shoulder and she violently flinched, hands reaching up clenched into fists. The pillow and blanket tumbled to the ground.

“Woah, hey.” Hef took a step back with her arms bent up in the air, eyebrows raised in shock. “It’s all good, kid.”

The girl looked at her own hands with fear before forcing them back down to her sides. She made to bend down to pick up the dropped supplies but Hef got there first, scooping them up to carry them to the spare bed.

“It’s all good.” Hef repeated, smoothing down the mattress cover. “It’s been a hell of a day. Let’s save the meeting of the rest of the crew for later.”

The muscular woman gave the bed a pat before backing up out the door past the girl, careful to leave sufficient room around her. “You get some rest. We can talk more later. Just get someone to help you come find me when you are up, alright?”

The girl nodded and inched backwards into the room, letting Hef fill the doorway. Her hand brushed over the blanket, eyes ducking around the room to avoid staring back at the warm ones looking down at her.

“Uh, okay. Yeah.” Hef tapped against the door frame. She opened her mouth to say something but it was eaten by the silence of the room. Instead, she just knocked a couple more times and turned to leave. “Rest up, kid.”

Hef left the door open out into the hallway. Footstep echoes grew quiet as she marched back the way they had come from. Sixty seconds. The girl stood frozen, counting in her head.

Sixty more, for safety.

Maybe one more round. Just to make sure.

When it finally felt like she was alone, the girl stepped towards the door, daring to peek out into the hallway.

Safe. For now. The girl waved the door shut, figuring the warning the opening hiss would give her would have to be enough if she had to run. Or hide. Or fight.

The mattress sunk under her weight as she kicked off the slides Doc had given her and swung her legs up. It was forbiddenly comfortable, soft as a stolen moment of quiet.

Fear froze her in place; every clank was the sound of the Batarian vessel latching on. Bootsteps were Balak approaching the door, ready to rip it from its frame.

Exhaustion took her finally, the sweet darkness of a tired mind. The girl surrendered easily to it. If she died, she died. But for now, she lived.

#circe story #whump #circe #hef #<3 #welcome to the caretaking era

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jaehaeryshater · 6 months ago

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“Near the end, [King Jaehaerys] grew certain [Alicent] was his daughter Saera, returned to him from beyond the narrow sea.”

artist: @riotarttherite

I had the great pleasure of commissioning, in my opinion, one of ASOIAF fandom’s greatest artists on this gorgeous piece. I had never commissioned any artwork before and didn’t know what to expect, and this far exceeded my expectations. The attention to detail is beautiful and the overall piece conveys exactly what I was envisioning in my head, so I wanted to start off with a big thank you.

The idea for this art piece was originally a “what if” or AU where Saera either didn’t get caught at the brothel or was brought back from the Silent Sisters as was allegedly Jaehaerys’s plan (or if she had bonded with Balerion and gotten to stay! Would have loved that for her) so she stays in King’s Landing and becomes his caretaker in his old age instead of Alicent Hightower. As his daughter, she would have significantly more influence in being able to “speak for him” instead of a caretaker for another House, so although I do not take Saera as someone particularly obsessed with power, I do find it very interesting to imagine her deciding to cause chaos as the Old King’s mouthpiece. The streets of King’s Landing are burning as we speak! Even before Jaehaerys seemed to succumb to dementia, Saera did appear to have a strange influence over him, so once Alysanne passed away, it only makes sense that Saera would become the person in his ear. Not all that great for the smallfolk or even Lords of the realm, but great for drama and storylines. And Saera, of course! I’m sure she would have paraded everywhere, weighed down by jewelry and the finest wines. Perhaps she would have had a full menagerie, as she appeared to love animals. Definitely an elephant there somewhere.

As this piece was being worked on, however, I did think of a second meaning to the art that I also think is really neat. You could also view this as what Jaehaerys is seeing as Alicent is caring for him. He did believe her to be Saera in the end, as his mind was being lost. His Saera had come back to him, and although I do not like Jaehaerys and think he probably deserved worse, he most likely died happy at that thought, believing Saera was reading to him. So if you prefer to interpret this as viewing things through Jaehaerys’s mind, I welcome you because I love it at least equally to the first idea.

Lastly, the detailings are beautiful so I wanted to touch on them and give them the attention they deserve for the moment. I asked Riot to have a caring but sinister vibe, that she is caring for him for a plethora of reasons but certainly that includes self-serving reasons. I believe this was captured really well! I wanted it to be illustrated that Jaehaerys had lost his wits a while beforehand, so he has a vacant look, and Saera has the keys, showing that she is the real power behind the Crown. She has several expensive jewelry pieces (she has many from her lovers, but she doesn’t bother with them, leaving them to collect dust, only thinking gifts from the King are worthy to wear), but my favorite was one I specifically requested. Her jeweled bodice, which contains replicas of the King’s jewels that are present on his crown. Dare I say, she had her mother’s crown repurposed for herself? The intention is clear, Saera is effectively the Queen now, not in name, but Queen nonetheless. As for the general fashion, I told Riot that my favorite era of fashion was the Tudor era, more broadly 1300s- 1550s. As you can see, this was more than delivered and extremely beautifully inspired by historical fashion. GRRM doesn’t always describe his character’s outfits, and the GOT and HOTD outfits were often lackluster. This was exactly the type of beauty I was looking for. The dragon embroidery on Saera’s sleeves? Mwah!

Anyway, thank you so much for geeking out with me! The Saera/Jaehaerys dynamic is one of the most interesting dynamics to me. There’s simultaneously so little and so much there. It’s complex and layered, I can’t stop thinking about it. If you have been on my tiktok, you may have heard about my extensive theory regarding that dynamic, iykyk. If you ever want to talk about them, absolutely feel free to inbox me. More commission ideas coming this year definitely, at least a couple more of this dynamic, but I don’t know how a piece could be any more perfect <3

#jaehaerys targaryen #king jaehaerys #jaehaerys the conciliator #saera targaryen #fire and blood #let women be sinister #evil thoughts #behind every evil person is a more evil person #tudor fashion

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notaplaceofhonour · 1 year ago

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In the decades leading up to the formation of Israel, there were multiple pogroms against Jews in Mandatory Palestine

Grand Mufti Hajj Amin al-Husseini (the Arab ruler in Mandatory Palestine during the Holocaust) literally collaborated with the Nazis

Palestinian Arabs revolted against Britain because they hated how Britain had allowed so many Jews to flee Nazi Germany to Palestine after Hitler came to power, and to appease them Britain adopted a policy that ended practically all Jewish immigration during the deadliest years of the Holocaust

None of this history in any way justifies violence against the innocent civilians of Palestine, nor should it EVER be used to paint Arabs, Muslims, or Palestinians with a broad brush, much less to demonize them

And there were exceptions: there were Palestinian Arabs who were friendly to Jews in Mandatory Palestine, just as there were Jews who were friendly to Arabs—there was even an antifascist association in Palestine during the 30s (one of the oldest know organizations to use the name “Antifa”) built around antifascism, Arab-Jewish solidarity, & bi-national zionism. Just as there are still to this day Israelis & Palestinians working together against their respective governments’ actions for a mutually beneficial peace.

But just as it would be offensively dishonest to use the modern peace movements to ignore the atrocities being committed in Israel-Palestine today, it would be dishonest to do the same with atrocities in 1920s-40s Palestine. To portray that era’s Palestine as welcoming a fledgling Israel with open arms, willingly “sheltering” it—in fact nurturing it like a loving caretaker looking after a defenseless cub he took in—is such a cartoonishly obvious distortion of reality it would be hilarious if it weren’t preying on so many people’s ignorance to simultaneously revise & deny Mandatory Palestine’s role in the Holocaust and compare Israel to Nazi Germany (itself a form of Holocaust Revision called Holocaust Inversion)

#I could go on for 20 paragraphs about how this image conflates Jews w/ Israel & Palestinians w/ Palestine #as well as conflating Mandatory Palestine with the State of Palestine #antisemitism #shoah #pogroms #i/p #antifa

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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You know the “opposites attract” relationships?

How about do one with Brahms?

Brahms - clingy, protective, stiff

Reader - calm, trusting, soft

Brahms X calm! Reader

Thank youuuuu :)

❝clingy❞

✭ pairing : brahms heelshire x reader

✭ fandom : slashers

✭ summary : brahms is one hell of a touch starved man and when (y/n) came into his life he expected her to be just like all the others, but she isn’t. In fact she embraces him with welcome arms so does that mean all those people who left him are because it’s his fault?

✭ slashers masterlist

The wind whispered through the ancient trees that surrounded Heelshire Manor, casting eerie shadows on its aged façade. (Y/N) had applied for a simple job months ago, never imagining how peculiar her new role would become. The advertisement had called for a caretaker, someone to oversee the estate's unique collection of antiques and curiosities. Little did she know, her main charge would be a doll of all things.

The first time she laid eyes on the doll, she was taken aback. It was an exquisitely crafted replica of a man, dressed in aristocratic attire from a bygone era. The porcelain face bore an uncanny resemblance to the owner of the manor, Brahms Heelshire, whose family had owned the estate for generations. The locals whispered tales of the Hellshire curse, and their peculiar fascination only fueled the sense of mystery that hung over the manor.

As (Y/N) settled into her role, her days were filled with dusting ancient furniture, polishing silverware, and, most importantly, attending to the doll. The instructions were simple: ensure the doll's clothing remained impeccable, the porcelain visage remained pristine, and its position on the mantel stayed undisturbed. The task was mundane, yet it carried an air of reverence, as if the doll held some deeper significance that transcended its appearance.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/N) gradually grew accustomed to her routine. The mansion's interior was an amalgamation of faded opulence and eerie silence. The walls seemed to whisper secrets, and the portraits of long-departed Heelshire ancestors stared down with solemn gazes. Every creak and rustle echoed through the hallways, keeping her senses on high alert.

One evening, as she carefully adjusted the doll's coat collar, she felt an inexplicable shiver run down her spine. A feeling of being watched settled over her, but she brushed it off as her imagination running wild. That night, though, as she lay in bed, she could have sworn she heard faint whispers carried on the breeze.

The following days brought a series of odd occurrences: a book left open to a specific page she hadn't touched, a teacup shifted slightly on its saucer. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was playing tricks on her, but each time she looked around, the empty rooms offered no answers.

It was on the night of a thunderstorm that everything changed. Lightning illuminated the mansion's darkened interior, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls. (Y/N) found herself drawn to the doll, her fingers tracing its delicate features in the dim light.

And then, as the thunder roared and rain beat against the windows, she heard a whisper so faint it might have been her own imagination. "(Y/N)…" The voice seemed to emanate from within the doll itself.

Startled, she stumbled back, her heart racing. But then, as if responding to an unseen presence, the doll's eyes blinked. A shock of realization coursed through her: the doll was no mere doll; it was a conduit to something more.

"(Y/N)…" The voice was clearer this time, resonating through the room. She watched in awe as the doll's porcelain skin began to soften, its limbs shifting, as if a dormant life was awakening.

And then, from the doll's heart, a figure emerged. A man, dressed in period clothing, stood before her, his eyes fixed upon her with a mix of curiosity and caution. It was Brahms Heelshire himself, or a spectral semblance of him.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other in silence. (Y/N) was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, her heart pounding in her chest. But amidst the shock and fear, an unspoken understanding passed between them.

The man, or whatever he was, spoke softly, his voice tinged with both melancholy and yearning. "You did not flee, as others before you have. Why?"

With a steady breath, (Y/N) met his gaze. "I believe that even the most peculiar of situations deserve a chance to be understood. And, in all honesty, I've grown fond of the company, even if it's a doll or a spectral form."

A ghostly smile touched his lips, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of warmth in his eyes. "You’re courageous , (Y/N)."

And so, an unusual connection was forged within the walls of Heelshire Manor — a connection that transcended the boundaries between the living and the spectral. As (Y/N) continued her role as caretaker, the enigmatic Brahms Heelshire ventured forth from his hidden existence within the doll, revealing himself to her in a way no one else had dared to witness.

Over the course of the next few months and then two years, an unexpected bond blossomed between (Y/N) and Brahms. As the seasons changed, so did their relationship, evolving into something far beyond what (Y/N) could have ever anticipated. She had become accustomed to Brahms' spectral presence, his masked face a constant companion. Despite his initial mysterious aura, she found comfort in his company and the intriguing conversations they shared.

Brahms, for his part, reveled in the connection he had forged with (Y/N). No longer confined to the doll's form, he wandered the mansion's halls and rooms, always keeping a respectful distance from her. Yet, he was undeniably clingy, often hovering nearby, his presence an unspoken reassurance. His touch starvation, accumulated over years of isolation, drove him to seek her proximity. Whether it was watching her read in the library or tending to the mansion's gardens, he was there, his masked face silently observing.

Their bond deepened, and with time, their relationship took an unexpected turn. The unspoken attraction that had simmered between them evolved into a romantic connection. Their feelings grew steadily, and one evening, as the sun set over the mansion's sprawling gardens, Brahms removed his mask, revealing his disfigured face to (Y/N). She met his gaze without flinching, accepting him just as he was.

They became a couple, their connection forged in the quiet moments they shared, the lingering glances, and the touch of their hands. (Y/N) found herself drawn to his vulnerability and complexity, and he was captivated by her acceptance and compassion.

However, even as their relationship thrived, an undercurrent of unease began to surface. Brahms, though no longer confined to the doll, remained deeply afraid of losing (Y/N). His history of people fleeing from his presence had left scars that ran deep. His clinginess intensified, a silent plea for her to stay by his side.

As the months turned into years, Brahms' fear only grew. He watched as (Y/N) went about her daily routines, her calm demeanor seemingly unfazed by his constant presence. Yet, he couldn't shake the thought that his clinginess might drive her away. The fear of rejection gnawed at him, an invisible specter that haunted his every interaction with her.

One evening, as they sat by the fireplace, the crackling flames casting shadows on the walls, Brahms hesitated before speaking. "I fear that my need for your presence might become unbearable," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

(Y/N) turned to him, her eyes soft and understanding. "Brahms, you're not driving me away. I'm here because I choose to be. Your presence doesn't suffocate me; it's become a comfort."

He looked at her with a mix of hope and trepidation, struggling to believe her words. "But I'm constantly clinging to you, fearing that you might vanish like the others."

Gently, she reached out and took his hand. "Brahms, you're not alone anymore. I'm not going anywhere. We'll face your fears together."

A fragile smile graced his lips as he intertwined his fingers with hers, the weight of his vulnerability lessening, if only by a fraction. With her steady presence by his side, he dared to hope that he could overcome his past and embrace the happiness that had entered his life.

Their journey was far from easy, but with time, patience, and unwavering support, (Y/N) and Brahms forged a love that transcended the boundaries of the living and the spectral. And through it all, they learned that sometimes, the most profound connections are born from the places where fear and acceptance collide.

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thenightwolf51 · 10 months ago

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I noticed something because of this gif

Clampers and Branch have a very similar if not the same skin color.

You know who else has similar skin as Branch

His brothers. But im specifically looking at John Dory right now

So therefore, Clampers has the same skin color as John Dory.

Now hear me out.

I love the headcanon about JD and Delta Dawn being exes or close to that. Absolutely adore the thought of them being young and in love.

I personally like to headcanon that JD passed through Lonesome Flats a year or two after leaving his brothers, and that something led to him staying a while. Maybe he accidentally broke some fences or other property and was forced by the then sheriff to fix them. Or maybe he got heat stroke or was injured out in the deserts and they allowed him to stay until he healed. Either way he ends up spending a bit of time with Delta Dawn, if she's already training to be next sheriff then it makes sence for her to keep an eye on the pop outsider. Over time JD starts to grow on the country trolls, they start to welcome him, and him and Delta start to fall for eachother. But then JD realizes just how deeply in love he is and it makes him panic. Maybe he gets it in his head that if he couldn't even be a good brother then he definitely cant be a good partner, and with his injuries healed/work finished he ends up leaving.

Honestly i love the possibilities for their ship. It can almost have a sorta Hallmark movie vibe and the potential angst that can come from JD still being hopelessly in love with Delta and her being bitterly still in love with him years later is perfect.

But

As much as i love Delta Dory

What if...

We had all that but instead, it was between JD and Delta's sibling.

What if when JD left, he unknowingly left Delta's sibling with an egg. An egg that hatched into Delta's little niece, Clampers.

Given Clampers' age, which i assume is at least 5, that would put the romance as being more recent. JD would have Rhonda and it makes sense if she accidentally caused the damage he has to fix.

But then the angst.

The fact that Delta seems to be Clampers' main caretaker suggests that ther sibling has passed away, thats one arrow through the heart.

Clampers being JD's daughter and he didn't even know. He missed her hatching, her first steps, her fist words, doesn't even know what color or patterns her egg was. Is he even capable of beimg a good dad? That's a few more arrows.

And Delta? She's gonna be real protective. This is her little niece, JD left her sibling heartbroken and she won't let him do the same to Clampers. If he could walk away once, he could do it again. Delta doesn't really want him to have a part in Clampers' life.

Oh or!

What if we kept everything and just changed Clampers to being Delta's Daughter rather than niece?

(Anyway thats it! That gif just had me thinking, especially when i noticed the matching skin.

And i admit to wanting to gush a little about Delta Dory, ive falling into another Trolls fixation era and a few fics have got me focusing on John Dory. Maybe I'll link a few in another post

Feel free to write or use any of the ideas, just tag me so i can read them.)

#Clampers is John Dory's Daughter #sort of headcanon #fic ideas #trolls band together #trolls dreamworks #john dory #delta dawn #delta dory #somewhat #delta john #john dory x delta dawn #look i love them #dawndory #dawn dory #deltadory

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lurkingshan · 9 months ago

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Notes on Unknown (and Da Ge) Part 2

Another great episode this week, and one that had some very welcome changes from the novel. I finished the book earlier this week and I liked it a lot; the bones of the narrative hold up very well so I'm confident this drama will stay solid as long as it doesn't stray too far from the major story beats.

Where it can and should stray however is in tone and characterization for Qian, which is something I think it's doing very well. One of the reasons I am grateful Taiwan has this adaptation is because I knew I could count on them to strip out most of the violent homophobia present in the original text (this is not a criticism of the book, as it is culturally appropriate there, but I jive much more with Taiwanese culture in this area). Qian in the book is all around much rougher and harsher and deeply homophobic in a way our show Qian is not.

And so this week we see Yuan in his tortured pining era, old enough now to understand both his sexuality and his feelings for Qian, while Qian seems to be just beginning to subconsciously clue in to some of the weird feelings he is having whenever he gets close to Yuan. He did not seem at all bothered to see the gay romance content in Yuan's room, but he was certainly curious to learn more about who he likes. I like also that they continue to hit the hurt/comfort beats hard; Qian needs a caretaker and Yuan wants the job.

One complaint about the English subtitles: Yuan has not yet ever called Qian by his name, despite what the translation claims. He is calling to him exclusively as "dage" or "ge" even as the subs use Qian's name. This is actually quite important--what he calls his brother matters in this story! I'm a little annoyed that this is being mistranslated because when the change comes, it will lose impact, so just a tip to listen for it.

Every week the episodes for this one feel too short; I'm really loving it.

#unknown the series #da ge #priest #taiwanese bl #danmei #shan shouts into the void

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lostinthenortheast · 2 months ago

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AYE WHAT IT DO!! ITS YA BOI!! WELCOME TO MY PAGE *cue fantasy factory intro*

PINNED INTRO:

Lmfaooo nah nah but fr my names Ian!

It’s ya favorite mutual from BASHTON (Boston)

I’m 26, I am a cis-male pronouns (he/him/they) I like to skate, I like to joke around, I like to be a consensual perv all the time ( key word in there that some still need to look up and remember). But when I’m covering that up with my personality I can be a pretty fun friend! I’m in my healing era so I be sad and I be like 🗿there is nothing but darkness🗿 but we human and I promise I’m fine. I be going to therapy and taking care of my mental health on extra now (those who know know). With that being said this isn’t my first tumblr, I’ve been eyes front this and eyes front that idek I think even indigochild something anime something, BOYS AND OUR USERNAMES 🤣.

WHAT WE DON’T CONDONE HERE:

🚫PEDOS, HOMO- + TRANS-PHOBIA, RACIST, HARDCORE DRUGS, INCEST, NO SCAMS🚫

WHAT WE DO CONDONE HERE:

Im cool with making friends not fuck buddies. Fresita’s Dom 🍓 🔐 @fresita-shortcake

Skateboarding ——> #lost sk8ing

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Anime

Good conversations: dms and ask are open be cool.

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Kink Wise: you gotta ask me cuz that’s not for everyone to know 🙂‍↕️ but for the basics: YES: Dom/Little, DD/LG (NO MINORS), Caretaker, Brat Tamer. HARD NO( body fluids, grape w/o the g, grooming)

Here’s my tags some might not have anything yet but soon they will!

#lost img #lost my damn mind (not rlly)#afro latino #skater boi #lost sk8ing #lost 4 words #lost 4rt

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silky-nereid · 9 months ago

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— 🛎 Ding Ding!

I apologize for the late entrance, I was busy with maintaining the peace with the other occupants within the hotel. Welcome to the Nereid, I am the concierge today.

Uh-oh! it seems that an error in the system and your room has been taken. Luckily, there’s more room, choose your room please!

Room 1 , A once elegant room but objects are broken

Room 2, A room that looks like an ordinary room but the windows seem to look out to strands of galaxies

Room 3, A room that has a comforting feeling and gives you soft memories of an era that once belonged

Room 4, A room that has the latest equipment for cars and doesn’t look that comfortable while a racing suit is discarded

Room 5, A room with stained glass windows and a bed with multiple fabrics as it has an earthy aroma

Room 6, A room with a four poster neatly made bed and a black mourning dress is hanging near the wardrobe

Room 7, An art nouveau inspired room with a ice bucket holding a bottle of champagne

Room 8, An Art Deco room with soft geometric shapes in the architecture, it was inviting and comfortable

Room 9, a room that once held love and now in disarray, yellowed papers and it has a strange smell of rotting

Who’s the other guest in the room?

Yandere! Crumbled king

Yandere! Cosmic entity

Yandere! Caretaker

Yandere! Race car driver

Yandere! Cult leader

Yandere! Noble friend

Yandere! Cheater

Yandere! Firework owner

Yandere! Reanimator

Care for any room service that might ease your worries?

Any scenarios that you would want, headcanons, oneshot.

Please remember to be wary of the other occupants within the Nereid. So, you have taken your room key and gotten used to room service ! Have a wonderful stay at the Nereid!

#yandere x reader #yandere fanfiction #yandere imagines #female yandere #yandere prompt #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x gn reader #Nereid-event #The hotel event #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere fic

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syunkiss · 1 year ago

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romirola · 1 year ago

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Hello, Tumblr friends. I have a rare Romi life update that I’d like to share with you. It is sad news, so I will put it under a cut and tag it accordingly.

My father died.

I have been a primary caretaker for my father for quite a while as he endured a variety of health issues. As grateful as I am to know that my father is now at peace, I miss him a lot. There’s a constant, raw emptiness that I can’t quite describe, as well as a profound love that transcends mere physical death. For now, I am figuring out how to function without him while sorting out all of the next steps that arise from parent’s death. It’s hard. I’m leaning on the kindness and support from loved ones, the comfort my faith provides, and the strength my father taught me to have while facing all things.

You might notice disruptions in my normal updates to my Redactedverse fics, response times to asks, DMs, and general interaction around the dash. Or, you might not. Or, maybe both at different times. Frankly, I’m not sure if I will follow my instinctual impulse to take some time to be alone or to cling to the meaningful connections and joy of seeing people’s creative work that I can always count on finding here. It’s difficult to say. What I can say for sure is that any disruption will be temporary. I enjoy writing/reading fics and thinking about the blorbos way too much to ever stop. Please feel free to comment/reblog/DM/ask just as you normally would. Even if I don’t read or respond right away, I always welcome your presence in my life. I always have and I always will.

I am going to set up periodic reblogs of this post in my queue in hopes that those who need to see this message will see it at some point.

Thank you for your understanding. I’m grateful to be able to connect with you all, especially as I enter my David Shaw era.

#tw: grief #tw: death of a parent #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse

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blizzardstarx · 7 months ago

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Pontalo AU Masterlist

LightWings full information!

i did not know how to describe how their names are chosen lmfao, also this took a million years to make

LightWings are one of the seven tribes inhabiting Pontalo. However, they have been nearly wiped out from constant pressure from the BloodWings, having most of their territory taken. Most LightWings have either fled, gone into hiding, or been killed. They are pacifists and believe in peace instead of fighting. Their current queen is Peacekeeper.

Description:

LightWings are bird-like dragons, with feathers running down from their foreheads to around their tail, behind their legs, and below their snout. They have sharp, bird-like talons, and feathered wings that reach a large wingspan. They also have hollow bones and are lightweight. LightWings are slightly shorter than the other tribes, other than the HydroWings, have slim bodies, and come in light, pastel colors. However, their wings are pure white and their other feathers can come in various bright colors. These have been described to attract other LightWings. They have blue or yellow eyes. LightWings also have dapples of luminescent scales running along their necks and legs, and they have curved horns.

LightWing eggs are bright white, and slightly glow when they are hatching.

Diet:

They eat a variety of fruits, as well as hawks, eagles, goats, squirrels, wild pigs, deer, cougars, rabbits, and other birds of prey. They can also somewhat get energy from the sun, which was more potent in ancient times. This was passed down onto their relatives, the SunWings and ShapeWings. However, they have developed to not rely as much on the sun, instead developing an omnivorous diet.

Abilities:

LightWings have light elemental powers, specifically able to shoot light beams out of their mouths as well as manipulate light waves, creating lasers. These are also energy-based, and they take a long time to recharge. LightWings also have healing powers too, which are amplified by herbs they gather and trade from the forest. However, with the threat of the BloodWings, their healing powers have weakened significantly.

Animus magic:

There have been traces of animus LightWings in the past, like the great Lightbringer, but only a few have animus blood now. One, yet unknown, animus is Hopebringer.

Society:

LightWings are considered artistic and creative, able to create songs, dances, which attract partners, and writings. Typical jobs include being a(n) writer, musician, ambassador, guard, dragonet caretaker, healer, and many other jobs.

Ancient era:

LightWings is the most ancient Pontalonian tribe, having populated the whole continent in separate colonies, and are related to the SunWings, HydroWings, MoonWings, and ShapeWings. The colonies were different in many ways, slowly evolving into those four tribes by partnering with other dragon species that would visit Pontalo. They were carefree and good-natured, trading with other colonies and traveling among themselves.

Lightbringer era:

Lightbringer was a powerful animus LightWing that lived during ancient Pontalo. She was known as the protector of the LightWings, as the evolved tribes slowly began to separate, causing conflict and disagreement over territory. The original LightWing colonies were then brought together by Lightbringer, and slowly, she brought peace to Pontalo. Lightbringer is revered as a symbol of greatness by the LightWings, almost like Clearsight to the HiveWings. She first introduced the idea of pacifism and peace to the LightWings.

Modern era:

LightWings were welcoming and trusting to the BloodWings when they arrived, which is leading to their downfall as their attacks continue to pressure them using the element of surprise. Over 75% of the tribe has been killed, and some flee to the unknown land Paradox landed in, going into the protection of the Light Tribe, some hiding, and some trying to reason with the BloodWings. They have become paranoid as a result of the amount of BloodWing ambushes.

Names:

LightWing names are meant to give a sense of hope or good will. They can also be light-themed or inspired by their powers.

Trivia:

LightWings originally did not have that many feathers, they were only dragons with feathered wings.

Paradox believed the LightWings were extinct, until Hopebringer showed up at her school.

#blizz’s nonsense #blizz's art #Pontalo!!!#wings of fire #wof #wings of fire au #wof au #wings of fire art #wof art #im tired asf im taking another break before writing the lightningwing stuff #also i didnt proofread this sooo uhhh

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sphnyspinspin · 2 years ago

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Rescue Vigilantes

Summary: As it turns out these new recruits are more than meets the eye when it comes to their disturbing appearances. These recruits have been born in an earlier post war era leaving them to be a bit of a couple of trouble makers. While they might be radically out of control they still wish to be the best rescue bots they can be. Even if society doesn’t see them as rescue bot material. I mean…how hard could it be for a scraplet colony cop, a clumsy dino-mode engineer, a dark energon infused construction worker, a synth-en dependent medic, and a prime reincarnated fire fighter to become heroes?

Whirl: Is definitely an unhinged scraplet colony monster whose first goal was to go undercover on Cybertron by looking like a cybertronian teenager to devour anything metal, until she was raised by a mayhem-inducing sweetheart wrecker, that she instead wanted to become a great protector like her caretaker.

Hoist: An engineer who always caused trouble by having a new invention that glitches most/all of the time, causing them to be real hazards to be within six inch range, but he keeps making them, almost if he tries to make them as dangerous as possible, he just likes to test their limits.

Wedge: There was an accident involving dark energon at a construction site, and now poor Wedge is walking ticking time bomb who’s ready to go off, and has the ability to hear the dead, who apparently suggest very extreme resolutions to a couple of his problems.

Medix: While at his uncle’s clinic he became exposed to Synth-en and now he can’t live without it, literally, he becomes an emotionless husk without it, with almost all logic out the window, but is still a crazy unhinged genius medic when he wants to be.

Hot Shot: He didn’t really want to come here in the first place, but as it turns out he’s the reincarnation of a certain Thirteenth Prime, whose internal duty was to make sure the rest of the team was kept in line, and the very immature Hot Shot being recruited by Optimus Prime himself had no idea what he was expecting when being a part of this team, at first he wasn’t really welcomed, but he grew to be a force of chaos along with them.

Also @geluatekurama this is for you. Please don’t hunt me down.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers rescue bots academy #rescue bots academy #tfrba #tfrb au #rescue vigilantes #rba whirl #rba hoist #rba wedge #rba medix #rba hotshot #aren’t they all just 💕✨lovely✨💕#yep I made a couple tweaks from the original draft but to be honest I’m not the best at writing angst

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stormvanari · 3 months ago

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expanded info of Ethel, the Prohibition-era Golden Guard (so far):

[Bigender | He/Him, She/Her]

Best described as provident and ruthless, Ethel served as a double agent for Lord Belos and Yurei. She originally had three eyes, but one (hidden behind her hair) got burned in an alley fight and is replaced by an oracle gem provided by Yurei to establish two-way contact between it and the GG.

Due to Belos’ influence, Ethel was originally submissive and loyal to the coven and it took a while for Yurei to build trust to the GG since she was the key to acquire intel of Belos’ inner circle.

When enough trust was built, Ethel was welcomed into Yurei’s base and her mask began to slip to reveal a stammering cryptographer. Regardless, she was hesitant to work with “wild witches” until Yurei shared its perspective of them while nursing a bleeding Ethel after the alley fight mentioned above.

As a result, the GG rose through the ranks as Yurei’s right hand and her loyalty to Belos began to falter. Moreover, she dutifully gathered as much intel to take down the coven even if it means to mercilessly sweep Belos’ guards.

Unfortunately, Ethel’s work was suddenly cut when she was drugged by a fatal poison supplied by an unidentified assailant and was kidnapped back to Belos. The ex-GG was then dragged to the Skull and woke up to her new surroundings. There, a heated interrogation happened and that triggered a fight between Ethel and Belos.

The former, under the effects of the deadly poison, kept fighting until she finally succumbed to it and fell to her death into the skeleton pit.

For a century, Ethel’s ghost lurked in the pit with other dead GGs and Caleb. But she began to hunt the Skull’s main floors when Ethel learned of Yurei being inaugurated as a member of the Boiling Isles’ newest government, the Titan’s Council.

Only two TCs, Yurei and Cherry, can see Ethel’s ghost. Jasmine learned oracle magic from home to see his form. Furthermore, the GG mainly follows the Oracle Councilor around and helped it around after a tearjerking reunion. Although, Yurei insisted that Ethel takes a break and hang out in its office.

However, this inspired Caleb’s opinion for Ethel to “leave the nest” and live with the witch who had a positive impact in her life. Gleefully enthusiastic in the inside, Ethel immediately agreed with the decision and bid farewell to the skeleton pit.

Arriving to the Omikus’ house, his ghost was surprised that Yurei replaced him with a “new right hand,” Jasmine. There was an air of discomfort between her and Ethel, who didn’t hesitate to kick the Plant Councilor out of the house (spooking the shit out of her, but that failed since Jasmine is used to Yurei meeting with ghosts that come in). But this tension disturbed Yurei and it had to convince the GG that Jasmine did not pose as a threat, nor did she replace Ethel’s name.

“If you are uncomfortable at the idea of referring my daughter as your extended family, you are welcome to schedule visits with me. Your intention to push Jasmine out of the house is not ideal to make your stay here, Ethel.”

Ethel’s magenta eyes glowed at the word “daughter.” He was surprised but disappointed, yet he was willing to know more about Jasmine and her history with Yurei.

There’s an eerie similarity between their respective families, quoted for the GG: both Ethel and Jasmine came from well-respected, but strict caretakers and have dismissed their values. Additionally, they have met Yurei on their runs and took shelter with it.

So, Ethel made a deal with Jasmine to be an understanding roommate even if the Plant Councilor felt uneasy at the GG’s bloody (literally) history. For example, Ethel busied herself learning about the modern Boiling Isles such as Scrolls and Crystal Balls, which the latter drew the GG more towards.

Eventually, Ethel would form a bond with Cherry after discovering a shared disgust towards the coven’s “crap delicacy” (although alcohol is off limits for the GG) and become an honorary “10th Titan’s Councilor.”

Anyways, storytime over! Now for the facts:

• Ethel is strictly non-alcoholic after an assassination attempt on her.

• Like Yurei, Ethel likes speaking with “proper vocabulary,” being formal words. Although this was heavily enforced by the coven, Ethel still likes learning cool words. But...she may forget the meaning and not know what she was really trying to say.

• Ethel was once requested to wear a special suit to keep her spirit in and walk around with like Yurei. She shot down the idea since the GG would look ridiculous in a spirit suit.

• Ethel is often referred as Yurei’s “secretary” at work, although he doesn’t do actual paperwork himself rather the ghost organizes, cleans, and stand guard during graveyard shifts.

• Ethel is picky.

• Ethel hates being told to speed up and prefers to work on her own pace.

#the owl house #titan’s council #oc #toh oc #the owl house oc #golden guard oc #yurei omiku #jasmine kulatai omiku #ethel #this is for an oc share post but these information is more expanded than its earlier iteration (first post of ethel)#the facts may not be final yet but trying to keep them as distinct as possible from the other Titan’s Councilors but still referring to #yurei’s influence on ethel psychology-wise #so as usual all of these is just V1....point 5 #lackadaisy gif bc ethel was conjured due to op reading the comic in its entirety and ofc already watched the pilot #and found a cold and calculating blorbo

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kpopsickies · 2 years ago

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Could you write a fic where the members of Got7 pass a cold around. Starting with Mark. (with lots of sneezes)

Sickie: got7

caretaker: got7

*set during Nanana era*

who else misses Got7?

Mark p.o.v

see you guys tomorrow I couldn't believe after nearly a year spent in America away from my bandmates I was finally able to say that. I was sitting in the back of a cab on the way to the airport, We were all going to meet up in Korea to film for our music video. I was feeling a bit off, but considering that it was 4:30 I kinda expected that.

I got to the airport and moved through security, a mask and sunglasses hiding most of my face. I made it through security, the airport was fairly empty, understandable with how early it was. I went to one of the cafes in the airport, wanting caffeine to wake me up. I thought for a few seconds, debating between getting coffee or tea, I decided on coffee because I at least wanted to be awake enough to somewhat function. After I ordered I sat in a corner by my boarding gate. I pulled my phone out and saw that the group chat was blowing up. I smiled at Bambam tormenting Yugyeom, as Yugyeom tried to deny missing Jinyoung. And Bambam exposing Yugyeom with a screenshot of Yugyeom complaining to him about how much he missed annoying Jinyoung. I laughed quietly to myself, as I got more awake I became a bit more aware that maybe I wasn't just feeling "off" because I was tired. I had a bit of a headache and my nose was stuffy. I silently cursed, knowing how awful flying is going to be with a stuffy nose.

My manager came over to me, "Mark, they're starting boarding"

"alright, coming" I quickly texted the group chat to tell them I was boarding the plane. They all wished me a safe flight and Jackson told me to tell him when I landed. I assured him I would. I followed my manager to the line of people to board. I noticed a few people pointing at me, one girl even waved at me. I smiled (not really thinking she'd be able to see with the mask) and waved back. She blushed and frantically told one of the girls next to her, who turned around and just stared at me. I laughed quietly. I had noticed that my nose was not just stuffy, but was getting itchy. "hhnnxktch- hhnkxtch hhnnktch-" I sniffled, the girls in front of me turned around, "bless you"

"thank you" I sniffled. They looked at each other, "are you Mark from got7?"

"no, I'm Chan from stray kids" they laughed, I couldn't help but smile, glad that they found me funny. "where are you flying to?" One of the girls asked, I didn't want to tell them, wanting Aghase to be surprised by the comeback, "home" I said, I mean, they probably assumed I meant LA. "have fun" one of the girls said with a smile, "thank you"

"c-can we get a picture with you?" one of the other girls asked, "sure" I smiled, the mask was still over my face, feeling quite thankful for it as my nose was running after sneezing. My manager offered to take the picture, "why don't you take your mask off?" he said quietly, so the girls wouldn't hear "there aren't a lot of people here" I shook my head, "why not?"

"because, I sneezed" he gave me a strange look, "I think I might be sick" I said, he looked worried, "like how sick?"

"just a cold" I said sniffling, he nodded. The girls and I stood together, right before the manager took the picture I held my hand out, and turned away from the others, "hhxktch- henxtch- nnxktch hhngxtch"

"bless you"

"thank you" I smiled and he got the picture. The girls thanked me multiple times, I smiled, "you're welcome" We boarded the plane, I sat in the window seat next to my manager, "you're sick?"

"I think so, I woke up this morning and felt just kinda off, I thought I was just tired, but now I have a headache and my nose is really stuffy. Plus my throat is kinda sore" I explained, "have you taken anything yet?" I shook my head, "I didn't realize I was sick" I explained, sniffling. My nose had been running basically non-stop. The plane began taxiing, "i'm going back to sleep" I said leaning against the window, "go ahead" I was actually surprised that I managed to fall asleep. I woke up to a horrible sharp pain in my eyes and nose. My ears were crackling and felt like my head was about to explode. I barely stifled the painful groan that escaped past my lips. "you alright Mark?"

"really hurts" I rubbed the bridge of my nose, "sinus pressure?" I nodded, he handed me some tissues, I took a few and blew my nose as quietly as I possibly could. "we're landing now" he said, I nodded, "how long was I asleep for?"

"six hours"

"six hours!?" he nodded, "your next flight is going to be long, It's LA to Korea" I groaned "how long?"

"about 15 hours" I nodded, I knew it would be long, but it would be miserable with how I was feeling. "Don't worry, we can find a shop in the airport and drug you" I smiled.

~TIME SKIP~

It seemed like forever before I finally landed in Korea. My head was definitely going to explode, I'm sure of it. It was about 4 when we landed in Korea. I was the last one to get here, Yugyeom, Jinyoung, Youngjae, and Jaebum were already in korea so it was easy for them, Jackson got in the morning from China and Bambam got in maybe two hours before me.

My manager and I took a taxi to Jaebum's house. He said as the leader he'd provide his house for us all to stay in when we were in Korea. The koreans said they could stay at their own houses, but we all agreed we wanted to be together. I arrived, before going inside I made sure to blow my nose a couple of times and drink some water, trying to sound as normal as possible. I left the car, thanking my manager for all him help. He was pulling out as I knocked on the front door. It flew open a second later and Bambam was standing there. "MARK HYUNG IS HERE!!!" He yelled into the house, I cringed at how loud his voice was, He pulled me inside and gave me a quick hug. Jackson came hurrying in, "HYUNG YOU DIDN'T TEXT ME WHEN YOU LANDED!" I winced at his loud voice, which was doing nothing for my headache. "sorry Jackson" I was so distracted by my headache and my sinuses deciding they hated me that I had forgotten. "You said you would" he looked upset, but I could hear the teasing in his voice. "sorry, I was up so early this morning" I noticed my voice sounded really congested. "you alright Mark?" Jaebum, who had just come into the living room, asked. I nodded, "I've got a little bit of a cold but no big deal" I sniffled, The others looked concerned, “flying with a stuffy nose is the worst” Yugyeom said as he handed me a box of tissues. I thanked the maknae and took a few tissues, finally feeling comfortable enough to fully blow my nose.

“how long have you been sick for?” Jaebeom asked, “I’m not sure, I know I started feeling sick this morning. At first I thought I was just really tired but throughout the day I’ve started feeling worse”

“have you taken anything?” Jinyoung asked. “yeah, but it was back in LA so like almost 20 hours ago.” I explained, “hhnxgtch- nnggxtch- hhh- hhxgtch-”

“bless you” The others said, I sniffled and thanked them, “are you hungry? We were just about to eat” I nodded, sniffling and rubbing my nose with the back of my hand. “after we eat you should take medicine and get some rest, especially if you’re sick” I shook my head, “I slept on the flight so I’m not super tired.” I explained, coughing after, my throat had gotten annoyingly sore. “we can watch something, because you need to rest, especially as we’ll start filming soon, we can’t have you sick while filming” Jaebum explained.

Jaebum p.o.v

The seven of us began eating, I kept a close eye on Mark, who had been periodically sniffling and sneezing throughout the meal. He didn’t seem to have a fever, but I made a mental note to check, just in case. After dinner Mark volunteered to help do dishes, but Yugyeom and Bambam both turned him away, “no hyung, you need to rest” Yugyeom said, Bambam nodded in agreement. “c’mon hyung, let’s drug you and get you resting” Jinyoung said. Mark nodded, he followed us to the living room, pausing to sneeze. He winced after, rubbing his throat. “maybe if you didn’t stifle it wouldn’t hurt as much” Jackson said, gently patting Mark’s shoulder. “it’s a habit” Mark explained with a wet sniffle. He sat down on the couch, Jackson sat next to him, Mark leaned against him. I knew neither of them would admit it, but you could see how excited they were to see each other. Jinyoung came in with a bottle of pills, he handed it to Mark, who thanked him, he took a few out and swallowed them without water, Youngjae cringed, “I still don’t get how you can do that!” Mark laughed, “I’m amazing” Jackson and Jinyoung both rolled their eyes, Youngjae just shook his head, I laughed. The maknaes both came into the room together, loudly bickering about something. “It was in 2019!”

“no it wasn’t! It was 2018!”

“What are you guys arguing about?” Mark asked, coughing a bit after. “Itzy debuted in 2019, but someone-” Yugyeom said jabbing Bambam’s side with his elbow- “thinks they debuted in 2018.” Jinyoung pulled out his phone, “I actually think Yugyeom is right” a second later he nodded, “yep, 2019.”

“HA! I was right!” Yugyeom yelled, Bambam rolled his eyes, “okay fine, you were right, just this once. But I was right about stray kids” They must have noticed the questioning look given because Bambam was quick to explain, “he thought stray kids was a 9 member group, but I was right, they had 9, but they’re 8 now” (😭) Jinyoung rolled his eyes, Mark laughed, coughing a bit after. “what are we watching?” Yugyeom asked sitting down next to Mark

“*insert show here*”

“oh, that’s good” Bambam sat down on Yugyeom’s other side. The seven of us watched for nearly 4 hours, getting through 6 full episodes, Mark fell asleep about halfway through the third episode. Jackson informed us that Mark felt really warm, and after taking his temperature, (somehow without waking him up) we discovered he had a low fever. At the end of the night we all retreated to our rooms to sleep, except Jackson who stayed on the couch with Mark laying asleep across his lap, explaining to us he didn’t want to wake him up.

Jackson p.o.v

The next morning I woke up and still felt a weight over my legs, signifying Mark was still asleep. I was stiff and sore from sleeping sitting up the night before. I also was thankful that I didn’t feel sick, which Jaebum hyung has warned me about, saying that with how much Mark was all over me I’d likely get sick. I explained that I have the best immune system out of all the members, and that I wasn’t worried. I moved Mark off of me as carefully as I could as went to the kitchen and found that Yugyeom, Jaebum, and Youngjae were already awake. “morning” I said as I walked into the kitchen, “good morning”

“Is Mark still asleep?” Jb asked, I nodded, “hhnggtCHU- nnggtCHU- hh- hhngtcHU- HNngtCHU” I was startled at the outburst from the makane.

“bless you” The rest of us said, “thanks” he took a napkin from the center of the table. “Did Mark give you his cold?” Yugyeom shook his head, “it’s just allergies hyungs” the maknae explained, “you sure? you were sitting next to Mark hyung last night” Yugyeom nodded, “I’m sure. It feels different when it’s a cold vs allergies” he explained smiling.

We were distracted when a fit of coughing sounded from the kitchen door, we looked towards it and saw Mark standing there, “good morning” we said, Mark smiled, “how’re you feeling hyung?”

“somewhat more alive” he said with a slight laugh. He looked at me, “did you stay with me all night last night? when I woke up at 3 you were still there” I nodded, “you’ll get sick” I shrugged, “i have a strong immune system”

“that doesn’t mean you’re invincible” Mark said with a tired smile. he sat down next to me and pressed a hand to my forehead, “I’m not sick hyung” I said laughing as i gently pushed his hand off my forehead. Mark gave me a look and nodded his head towards the living room, signaling he wanted to talk to me. I shrugged and followed him. “What’s up hyung?”

“you have a fever” I was surprised, “I do?”

“i think so, you felt really warm”

“I don’t feel sick though” I said feeling confused, I mean yeah i was a bit sore, but that’s probably from being on a plane for so long, or so I thought. Once he pointed it out I did notice a bit of pain behind my eyes, that hadn’t really seemed like anything before, now I was really feeling it. I frowned, “how could I have gotten sick so fast?”

“well besides the fact you and I were sleeping right next to each other, you were also really tired from flying all day, and typically- hhktchh- nngxtch- sorry, typically people who are tired are more susceptible to getting sick because their immune system is weakened.” I nodded at the explanation, “bless you by the way” He sniffled and thanked me. The two of us went back to the kitchen where the rest of the members had gathered. “everything okay?” Jinyoung asked as Mark and I sat down. Before I could say anything Mark jumped in, “Jackson’s sick” the others all groaned, “how long do you guys think it will be until we’re all sick?” Bambam asked, Jaebum stood up, “I’ll call the manager and let him know that Mark and Jackson are sick” He left the room, Jinyoung turned to the rest of us, “is anyone else feeling sick?” Youngjae and Bambam both shook their heads, but the maknae half raised his hand, “I thought it was just allergies but now I’m not so sure” he admitted. “okay, I’ll go tell Jaebum” he stood up, Yugyeom lay his head down on the table. Bambam, who was sitting next to him, placed his hand on his forehead, “shit bro, you’re burning up” Yugyeom nodded, “I feel like it” the maknae’s eyes were glassy with fever.

Jaebum came in and noticed Yugyeom with his head on the table. Concern evident on his face. “Does Yugyeom have a fever?”

“yeah, so does Jackson” Mark explained, “do you?” he shrugged, I placed my hand on his forehead but quickly discovered my own fever was making it hard to get an accurate reading. Jaebum came over and placed his hand on the oldest’s forehead. “Yeah, he’s got a fever” he then placed his hand on my forehead, “I think Jackson’s is a little bit higher though” He walked towards the cupboard and took out a thermometer. He went to Mark first and handed it to him. Mark placed it under his tongue, a few seconds later it beeped, “100.5″ (38.1) Jaebum nodded, he cleaned off the thermometer and handed it to me. “100.7″ (38.2) he cleaned it off and placed it under his own tongue, “98.5, normal.” (36.9) “do you feel sick hyung?” Bambam asked, Jaebum shook his head, “I just wanted to check. I think we all should” He explained passing it to Jinyoung. A few seconds later Jinyoung announced “Same as Jb, Normal”

“that’s good” the leader said, before cleaning it and handing it to Youngjae. “I feel fine hyung” Youngjae explained, “I know. We just want to check” Youngjae nodded and slipped it under his tongue. A second later it beeped and Youngjae took it out. He stared at it for a few seconds. “what is it?” I asked, Youngjae looked confused. “99.9 but i feel fine” (37.7)

“were you drinking hot coffee?” Jinyoung asked. Youngjae half nodded, “yeah, but it was like 20 minutes ago. Jinyoung placed his hand on Youngjae’s forehead, “you do feel a little bit warm” Youngjae’s forehead was creased with a frown, “I feel fine though”

“let’s not stress about it. We’ll just keep an eye on you and-”

“hIAhtchu” Jackson interrupted, “sorry”

“It’s fine, bless you- But, we’ll just see how you’re feeling at the end of the day” Jaebum addressed Youngjae, “okay” He nodded, he didn’t look sick, he wasn’t even pale. Youngjae handed the thermometer to Bambam, who wiped it off on his tshirt and stuck it under his tongue. “I don’t think that is really going to do anything” Jinyoung said with a not well hidden eye roll. Bambam half glared at him. Looking slightly ridiculous with a thermometer in his mouth. A second later it beeped. “97.9″ (36.6)

“I forgot you’re a penguin” Youngjae said rolling his eyes. bambam laughed, “at least it’s normal. I hate being sick” He glanced at Yugyeom who was still lying on the table. “you alright bro?” Yugyeom nodded, he sat up, he took the thermometer from Bambam. A second later it beeped, he looked at it, frowning, he handed it to Bambam. “101.9″ (38.8) Bambam read looking concerned. He gently rubbed the maknae’s back. “geez kid.” Jaebum said, looking worried, “always run warm” Yugyeom said, trying to reassure us. He sat up, and it was clear he was sick, his skin was a pasty white, his eyes glazed over with fever. “how about we have a movie and resting day” Jinyoung said, his eyes lingered over the maknae. “I second that” Mark said, his voice was congested and cracked. The seven of us slowly made our way to the living room, Yugyeom heavily relied on Bambam while they walked. It was concerning to see.

We all settled down, Yugyeom was leaning against Bambam on the couch, he looked half-asleep already. Mark and I sat together at the other end, Jinyoung sat between us and the maknaes. Jaebum and Youngjae sat on the floor in front of the couch.

TO BE CONTINUED =)

#got7 #yugbam #jjp #yugyeom #mark tuan #jackson wang #jinyoung #youngjae #sickfic #sneeze #markson #jaebum #idol snz

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